Docking Plot: Dolios

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Dolios

Population: 57,000
Area: Total 21.1 sq mi
Time Zone: GST +4
Demonym: Dolioso

Main export: Tourism
Main attractions: Municipal Casino, Dolios Music Festival, Melantho Castle, Medon Resort
Climate: Mild and warm most of the year round; a short, rainy winter season.

Comments

[sharpshooting]

John hadn't realized until today how long they were expected to be docked in Dolios, and the news had been a welcome surprise. If they were to have a few days to themselves, he was certainly going to make the most of them-- the port city was home to enough attractions (and distractions) that he would surely be able to keep busy.

The castle was the first stop on John's list, and he set off toward it on foot. He was interested in the rickshaw cabs pedaled by people on bicycles, but thought he'd be more likely to take advantage of one after he'd been meandering around a castle for a few hours. Also, after a few months on board the Persephone, he was grateful for the chance to stretch his legs.

A few blocks away from the shipyard, he came upon an open-air market filled with colorful stalls selling anything one could imagine. Watson paused before a wool-seller's shop showcasing beautiful knitted shawls in every color of the rainbow-- Cuthbert's talk of Christmas had gotten him thinking of Mrs. Hudson-- but before he could make a decision, was distracted by someone shouting his name.

[luckyjackaubrey]

Jack stood in the marketplace looking pensive as he stared at the wares of a particular stall, his eyes traveling over each and every piece where it hung or lay on display. In his heart, he knew none were what he was looking for. They were too new or too alien, made of strange materials or in unfamiliar configurations.

Finally he pointed at one, and the stall owner who had been waiting on his word dragged a stool out to lift the instrument from where it hung, handing it and then a bow to Jack.

It wasn't a violin, at least not in a way that Jack recognized, but it bore a resemblance to the instrument despite the extra string, the mystifying knobs, and the shear lack of body.

He put it to his shoulder and tried the bow. Instantly the instrument screeched, making several heads turn to look at him with disapproval.

Jack frowned embarrassed as the stall owner fluttered around him, showing him how to adjust the instrument.

He put it back to his shoulder, but before he could begin he was interrupted by someone calling to him.

[the_iceman]

There's wasn't that much to do for the Emissary in a tourist trap such as Dolios, but well, even Mycroft Holmes liked to stretch his legs once in a while.

Or rather, he liked getting away from the ship now and again, and tread solid ground. If such could be accomplished without the need for walking, Mycroft would have gladly taken that alternative. As it was, however, if he wanted fresh air and earth beneath his feet, he had to walk for it. (Sherlock had once suggested he should get Sharon to carry him, followed, of course, by a remark on his weight, but Mycroft had not merited it with an answer.)

Sharon was somewhere, of course, but for now, Mycroft walked contently over the market, sporting the umbrella he had just purchased, and walking to a stall with something surprisingly similar to Turkish Fruits. There were perks to being on land, certainly.

[commanderbond]

James knew nothing of Dolios but this was no different than simply being on the ship. Something had happened to him, something he could not explain and it felt like his memories were locked away and he was scrambling for the keys to let them out again.

He remembered how to do things, a great many things, but remembered nothing of his past or anything aside from his name. It was maddening. He had hoped a trip into the city would jog his memory and had, thus far, been sorely disappointed. He sat at one of the outdoor cafe's with a demitasse and sipped it, trying to figure out who he was and why he was on the ship.

Damn.